Oil Derrick Worker:
You never see them, because, well, they're kinda isolated, but you hear reports about them, and they sound terrifying.
Tai Chi Master
If you ever swing that ax faster than an heavily sedated sea sponge, he goes down immediately. But should you go slower, HOO EEEEE!.
You only ever encounter their corpses, they go first.
He can be found dumpster diving, looking smug and eating rats.Organic rats.
A jazz flautist.
Sits in his car, a well-notated map of Toledo in his lap, a cold cup of coffee on the dash, and him, crying softly.
He stands, looking from the door to his front desk, torn behind a hunger for human flesh and a sense of duty.
Stands below the double rings, arms still on the rings, him looking up, moaning.
Fusses and pats you down, emits a low 'humming' noise as he considers, invariably leaves you alone.